Chapter 433: Building the Ancestral Tomb
Zhu Chuideng carried two baskets of soil on his shoulder pole, and walked out from the bottom of the trench step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, on the upward mud steps.
The soil was so heavy that it bent the shoulder pole.
Zhu Chuideng's footsteps also seemed a little heavy.
Today, the young and strong laborers in the village are still gathered together. After finishing their work in the fields, they rush to the outside of the village to build defensive fortifications.
The project has reached completion, and catapults and other attack facilities have been set up on the edge. Regardless of whether they are of great use to monsters in actual combat, at least the villagers feel braver.
Ye Xiaoman was sitting on a rock nearby looking at the scenery. When she saw Zhuchuideng appear, she walked over with a bamboo basket.
She stopped in front of Zhu Chuideng and said to him with a smile, "Chuideng, I'll bring you lunch."
Zhu Chuideng put down his shoulder pole with sweat dripping down his face, "Thank you, Auntie."
Ye Xiaoman took out a handkerchief, stood on tiptoe, and helped Zhu Chuideng wipe the sweat off his forehead.
Zhu Chuideng raised his body and bent down as much as possible to cooperate with her movements.
The two of them seemed inadvertently intimate in their actions, just like the young couple next door.
After what happened last night, Zhu Chuideng seemed very embarrassed when he was alone with Ye Xiaoman, and he didn't dare to look her in the eye the whole time.
"The village has arranged a big pot of food for us. Auntie, you don't have to bring food to us anymore. You can go home first."
Ye Xiaoman looked at him affectionately and said, "How can the food outside be as clean and hygienic as the food cooked at home? Don't worry, I will continue to bring it to you in the future."
She observed Zhu Chuideng's behavior. After a sleepless night, he probably had come to his senses and wanted to uphold his moral bottom line and keep his distance from her in the future.
As for love, if both parties retreat, they cannot be together. Only when one party in love retreats passively and the other party pursues relentlessly can there be a possibility of a happy ending.
These were nothing to Ye Xiaoman. She played with Zhu Chuideng, a rough man with a pale love history, like she was playing with a stupid dog.
Under the gazes of the crowd, she took a step towards Zhu Chuideng and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"Zhu Chuideng, do you think that after what happened last night, we can still pretend that nothing happened?"
She looked directly into Zhu Chuideng's eyes and said, "I want to talk to you alone."
Zhu Chuideng was silent for a while, then agreed: "Okay."
The ground suddenly shook violently.
“There’s an earthquake!”
The villagers shouted in panic, and those digging in the trench rushed up, "Everyone, find someplace to hide quickly."
Zhu Chuideng immediately grabbed Ye Xiaoman's hand and hid in a nearby safe cave, holding her head tightly in his arms.
Ye Xiaoman knew that it was Jing Zhui who caused the fight between them.
But it just happened to match Zhu Chuideng's memory.
Zhu Chuideng's fate as a living person was rewritten by an earthquake.
After the earthquake, his fate began to derail and spiral.
After the tremors subsided, the villagers came out from their hiding places.
Apart from a few old houses that had been in disrepair for years and collapsed, there were no other casualties in the village.
The villagers gathered in twos and threes, looking in surprise at the hill in the distance that had stood for generations, and saw that part of it had collapsed in the earthquake.
On the sunny side of the back mountain is the village’s common cemetery. Many old graves were damaged by the falling rocks.
"Hey, what's that?"
Many people pointed at the middle of the mountain and shouted, and more and more eyes were attracted there.
"Blow out the lights, isn't that your ancestral grave?"
Zhu Chuideng helped Ye Xiaoman out of the cave, and someone ran over and pulled his arm and spoke excitedly.
The ancestors of the Zhu family migrated to Chepan Village hundreds of years ago. It is said that they made many contributions to the village and had a high status, so they were honored to be buried in the highest point of the village tomb.
Ye Xiaoman looked up as the person beside her pointed out.
There was a faint purple air halfway up the mountain, shooting straight into the sky.
The surrounding clouds are colorful, and it looks like auspicious clouds are lingering.
A strange phenomenon appeared from the sky.
Zhu Chuideng entrusted Ye Xiaoman to the care of an acquaintance. "Monsters are waiting for opportunities to eat people. Auntie, don't be alone. You must go home with the others."
After he finished explaining, he left in a hurry with the others.
Ye Xiaoman ignored the advice and secretly followed behind with a few other brave villagers to watch the fun.
Zhu Chuideng found a few good brothers and ventured into the mountains to check his family's ancestral tomb.
The tomb of the founder of the Zhu family was cracked in the earthquake.
The tombs of the Zhu family's eldest branch from all generations were buried in this area, and many of the tombs had collapsed. When Zhu Chuideng arrived at the scene, he had no time to look around. He walked through the rubble and headed towards the ancestor's tomb that was emitting purple light.
The brothers who came with Zhu Chuideng did not dare to follow him, so Zhu Chuideng walked into the grave mound that was split into two halves alone.
There was only a coffin underneath.
The coffin was smashed by a huge rock, and the purple light came from the coffin.
Zhu Chuideng cleared away the rubble on the coffin. The ancestor's bones had rotted into ashes over the years, and only a black robe embroidered with the Bagua pattern was left at the bottom of the coffin. After hundreds of years, it was still brand new.
It was impossible to tell what the fabric was made of. Based on his limited knowledge, Zhu Chuideng guessed that it might be a monk's robe.
There was a bulge in one corner of the robe, and the Zhuchuideng was opened. The strong purple light made him squint his eyes, and he saw a rectangular wooden box at the bottom.
The wooden box wasn't large, about the length of an adult's arm and the width of a palm. The purple light came from the purple gemstone embedded in the box.
Zhu Chuideng blew away the dust on the wooden box. There was no mechanism on the box, so Zhu Chuideng pushed the sliding cover and it opened. There was only a book in the box. The paper was intact and the title of the book was "The Art of Longevity" written on the cover.
Zhu Chuideng picked up the book and opened it, and saw that the content was mainly some cultivation methods of some cultivators. It was probably a secret book.
Zhu Chuideng put the book back into the box. He looked under the coffin and saw countless talismans drawn on the ground with ink lines, forming a magic circle.
There was originally a magic circle guarding the ancestor's coffin. The earthquake destroyed the magic circle, and the treasure was able to see the light of day.
Zhu Chuideng was confused.
He had seen the Zhu family's genealogy. The Zhu family had been farming for generations, and there was no record of the ancestor being a cultivator.
Zhu Chuideng searched around the coffin again and finally dug out another stone tablet from the soil. The stone tablet was originally standing next to the coffin, but later fell to the ground.
He wiped the mud off the stone tablet bit by bit with his sleeve, and the words on the stone tablet appeared before his eyes.
He once helped the village private school teacher with farming for free in exchange for the opportunity to learn to read and understand the words on the farm.
When he cleared the last word on the stone tablet, he learned an ancient family secret.
The stone tablet was written by the ancestor himself and records his life.
The ancestor was once a casual cultivator, and by chance, he obtained a precious cultivation secret book.
In the second half of his life, he practiced the skills recorded in the secret book while avoiding being hunted by monks who wanted to steal it.
He chose the remote Chepan Village as his place of seclusion, hid his identity, and as a farmer, married and raised his children there.
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